Yup, I did it. I called them to the fence and jumped in the ditch--crawled through the barbwire, and was surrounded. Mobbed. Kidnapped.
By those horses.
It had been so long since I was able to go right up to them like that.
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Several years, actually.
I mean, I'd petted them a few times, and fed them some apples and carrots. But it'd been a very long time since I was surrounded--and got to hug one.
Horses smell nice--don't you know?
Very nice.
But they happened to be in the closest field, and came when I gave the hollar. they really needed some attention.
And carrots. We soon took care of that.
And what do you know--I even had my new boots, and my cowboy hat on.
I was very, very happy.
